Treat others how you want to be treated. Cioccolata certainly didn't live by that ideal, however, there was someone in his life that he truly did treat how he, himself, would have liked to be treated...for the most part at least...It was his lovely pet, Secco. Cioccolata, spending most of his time "working on" his patients, rarely ever had the chance to get close to anyone. Secco was really the only person he’d had any sort of relationship that wasn’t family, who he hadn’t seen much of in ages. Other than a few friendly chats with patients and other doctors here and there, It really was just him and Secco. This was the reason that something in the back of his mind had been driving him crazy. He couldn’t push the feelings away and they grew and grew until they began to get unbearable.

It was simple, really. Frustratingly simple. All he needed was some affection, but Secco, despite being extraordinarily “doggish,” wasn’t delivering! In his desperation, Ciocolatta took it upon himself to cling to Secco whenever possible, but he never hugged back! Every time he found his arms around Secco, he was so close to gratification that it was tantalizing. It was clear that secco enjoyed the affection given to him and really cared about their strong relationship, so it wasn’t like he felt unloved. It was just a certain lack of intimacy that served as an unscratched itch in his heart. There were a few times that Secco had hugged him, yes, but those were times when Secco was in need of comfort or consolation, and demanded far more affection than he gave. The nature of the issue wasn’t sexual like some woukld assume, as he tended to get that kind of release often during his patients operations, sometimes along with Secco, who’d always get all the good details on video for Ciocolatta to get off to later. It was really that Ciocolatta desired something tender.

He was jealous of how Secco always got to be caressed, scratched, and rubbed. He wished for them to switch places sometimes. He could just imagine the relieving sensations he’d feel as Seccos hands ran along his arms and chest. He wanted to feel the tips of his pets fingers massaging the thin layers of tissue under his lower jaw and behind his ears. Ciocolatta could swear that if Secco were to scratch his scalp in just the right places, he’d cry tears of joy. More than anything else, he wanted Secco to rub his belly. Thinking about it made his heart ache in the absence of touch.

Ciocolatta sighed and let himself fall onto his bed. He knew what was going to happen next if he didn’t stop himself soon enough. It happened nearly every night. He’d tried to bring the feelings of relief that come from tender touches out by pleasing himself to thoughts of it. It never worked. He didn’t even want to try it at all tonight. He was so tired. Pressing a hand to his stomach, he began to rub it in circles, applying more pressure than one usually would rubbing their own or anyone else's stomach. His vision blurred from the growing wetness of his eyes. His eyes filled until they couldn’t hold anymore and tears slipped from their corners.

Not bothering to undress himself, Ciocolatta slipped under the covers and rolled onto his side. Being alone, he let himself cry openly. That was one thing he was thankful for tonight. Secco wasn’t there to hear his miserable sobs. He could cry as loudly as he needed to. He squeezed his pillow to his chest, gasping and coughing through his weeps.

Something really unexpected happened though. Secco didn’t tell him he was coming here tonight! The sound of keys working a doorknob and the front door being pushed open. Ciocolatta sniffled and held his breath, suppressing any further crying. He couldn’t let Secco hear him like that. Secco liked his masters to be strong and dominating. He had to be strong for Secco if he wanted to keep him as a pet. If Ciocolatta didn’t feed enough into Seccos lust, he could lose him. He was afraid of that. He did tell Secco that he loved him at times, but he was still unsure of Seccos feelings. Sure, it looked like Secco loved him back, but Secco never said those words. His love? It could all be part of the dirty fantasy the two shared. This is why he was so afraid. He was too afraid to ask Secco if he truly had feelings for him. If the answer was no, he’d be sure to lose him on the spot. He really didn’t want to lose Secco. Secco was everything he wanted in a partner…Well, almost.

A yawn was heard from the kitchen after the door shut. This was followed by the sound of a man crawling through the house. Secco was definitely looking for some fun. Some playful whimpering could be heard as Secco made his way down the hall to Ciocolattas bedroom. Ciocolatta gulped and pretended to be asleep as the door was nudged open. More whimpers. This time loud ones. Too loud to ignore. There was no way he could have slept through them. Begrudgingly, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, hoping the darkness would hide how he’d just been crying.

“Why are you here so late?” he complained, “You didn’t tell me you would be coming over tonight”

“Waaaaah~ Hurrrrrrgh hnnn gwuuuuu~!! Uh…huh?” Secco’s grunts and pants of protest ceased as he noticed Ciocolatta’s tear-pinkened eyes, “W-Were you crying?” He spoke normally. Ciocolatta felt like his temperature dropped. He was done for. There was nothing he could do or say to hide it now. He closed his eyes and threw himself back onto the bed, facing away from Secco and trying to ignore the situation in hopes that he would just let it slide and leave him be. Silence followed. Unbearable silence. He had to speak. He had to say something.

“Secco…,” he braced himself, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted. Crying like this is so weak…isn’t it?”

“Huh? Crying doesn’t make you weak, Cioccolata. It just makes you feel better. Like…uh…I…can’t think of something to compare it to…It just…It just does that…”

“You really believe that?”

“Ahhah Ahhah!” Secco nodded.

“So you don’t mind if I just…cry a little more?” Cioccolata sat up, hugging his knees and avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t, but…if you’re crying to feel better…” Secco crawled up and sat behind him on the bed and squeaked a few times in pitches that suggested he was asking a question.

“Secco, I really do love…spending time with you, but I’m just so…” He faltered, “How embarrassing that I…I’m so desperate for affection that I cry…”

“Uauuuhhhh! I can help! Grrr~ hmmmff” Secco nuzzled into Cioccolata’s back, whimpering and grunting as if he were unable to speak.

“You’d do that for me, my pet? You really are a good boy…So good…” he turned around to face Secco and rubbed his head. Secco panted excitedly in response, “Don’t let yourself get all hot and bothered tonight, Secco. I’m not looking for that right now. I just…well…” he grabbed Secco’s hand and pulled it to his own head, feeling Secco’s fingers slip through his hair and tease his scalp. Wordlessly, Secco dug his fingers into Cioccolata’s scalp, using both hands to massage it in a repeating pattern. Cioccolata sighed heavily, “Yes…more of that…That feels good.” Secco’s fingers dug deeper, scratching at it now. Cioccolata felt the urge to cry again as feelings of euphoria began to bloom. He let the tears fall and relaxed his muscles.

“Ah…I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner…”

“Don’t be, my beautiful Secco. You couldn’t have known…Just…pet me. Please? Pet me all over…”

“Mhm hrrr…” Secco grunted and took the other's face in his hands and began to rub his temples while his thumbs stroked his face, brushing tears aside. Cioccolata let out a small squeaking sound and Secco slid his fingers down to dig at the underside of his jaws, an action that drew a pleased groan from the former doctor.

“That’s so wonderful, Secco…do my arms after that.” Cioccolata groaned as he enjoyed the sensations running through him. The feeling of Secco’s hands traveling up and down his arms. The warmth and intimacy of simple touches. His heart seemed as if it were liquifying. These moments were filled with waves upon waves of relief and it only got better.

“What else, Cioccolata? Or do you want me to keep doing your arms?”

“B-belly…I know I sound silly, but please, please rub my belly…I would love that!” Cioccolata positioned himself on his back, lifting his jacket a little to fully expose his lower abdomen. Secco pressed his hand to Cioccolata’s belly, rubbing it in circles, making him shudder, “Yes! How wonderful, Secco!~ Yes~” Cioccolata closed his eyes and felt himself chuckling. The chuckles turned into moans as the feelings of euphoria and relief grew until the simple belly rubs were nearly orgasmic.

Cioccolata’s heart felt as if it would burst with joy. It was no wonder why Secco loved to be pet so much! It felt amazing. It was actually surprising to Cioccolata that he wasn’t at all aroused by this point. In fact, he’d begun to feel tired, and before he knew it, he’d fallen asleep to Secco’s tender caressing. Seccos response? Tucking him in and curling up to sleep next to him.